Dark Flame Kat Silver Novels & Stories

Her hair was a dull silver, standing out against the dim club lighting. Even though she was dressed like a low-rent waitress and smelled of booze, I could feel the faint traces of pure energy coming off her. The kind of energy you only get from a high-level Light Sorcerer. The woman looked up. Her eyes were sharp, showing zero fear of the pack of werewolves in front of her. "You look lost, love," she said, her voice husky but commanding. "We don’t serve academy types here." I slapped the newspaper clipping about Sapphire Bloodworth’s explosion onto the damp bar top.

"All of it. What is the Silver Shard, and what is the 'pure, cold light' needed for the Claiming?" ​ Kael set his knife down, his silver eyes fixed on the fire. He looked tired, the façade of the ruthless Alpha momentarily lowered. ​ "The Silver Moon Pack was founded by an Alpha who mated a rare, silver-coated wolf, but she was a powerful elemental witch. She foresaw a magical plague that would wipe out the entire Northern Wolf territory. She couldn't stop the plague itself, but she created an artifact—a magical ward, powered by her bloodline's unique, unshifted essence. That ward is the Silver Shard."

“Wrong feels too damn good with you. I don’t care about the rules when I’m buried so deep inside this perfect, tight pussy.” She sat up straighter, riding him with long, powerful strokes. The thick drag and stretch of his cock against her inner walls sent constant jolts of pleasure through her entire body. The wooden seat creaked rhythmically beneath their combined weight. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she admitted breathlessly, grinding harder against him. “Even though I know this could completely destroy my whole life and career.” Marcus groaned loudly, thrusting up harder. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure building intensely. “Then let’s burn toget

This was what I wanted—to break through that cool, composed exterior she always showed the world, to see what lay beneath. But she wasn’t easy prey. She fought back, her hands pushing harder, her nails scraping against my skin as she tried to regain control. It only made me more determined. I pressed her harder against the car, my hands sliding down her body, feeling the way she trembled under my touch. She was fire and ice, all at once, and it thrilled me. I wanted to push her, to see just how far I could go before she either gave in or broke entirely. I wanted to see that defiance in her eyes turn to something else—something darker, more primal.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

I yell. “Mom!” I see Mark pick up Malayah and he takes off. Jack is on the ground crawling backwards. He is frightened. Davina is stalking towards him and her eyes are red. “Please stop her,” Jack pleas. I transform back. “Why should I,” I scoff. “I’ll tell you who is behind everything. I know who it is.” “As if I’d believe a word you say,” Davina says using her telepathy. “No I swear. I know who the silver dragon is that is after you. He wants your daughters now too. Especially if they end up being silver dragons.” This enrages Davina further.

I swung the knife Raven had given me, but he caught my wrist mid-air and slammed me into the tree. Pain flared, sharp and hot. “Let her go!” Killian’s voice cracked through the chaos, raw, commanding, but he was too far. The rogue’s claws grazed my shoulder. I screamed, not in pain, but something else. Something ignited. The air around me pulsed, silver light spilling from my skin. The rogue froze, eyes wide. “What…” Flame erupted. Not normal flame, silver, alive, wrapping my hands like liquid light.

“Then maybe it can destroy them.” He pressed his palm against the mark, forcing its light outward. Silver flame burst from his hand, cutting through the nearest creature like fire through paper. It screamed once and vanished. When the last of them fell, silence returned. Only the hiss of the wind remained. Mireya shifted back, panting, blood streaking her arm. “That wasn’t natural.” Kaelen’s breathing was ragged. The silver veins along his throat had brightened, crawling higher. “Tell me you can still control it,” she said.

The moment she moved, the air changed— Balanced. Kane’s violent aura faltered slightly. His breath hitched. His head snapped toward Jane, recognition flickering in his gaze. “The silver flame,” he whispered. Jane didn’t hesitate. She placed her hands on either side of his face, her touch gentle but firm. A pulse of light erupted from her, pushing back the darkness, stabilizing it. The abyssal pressure shrank. The grip it had on me, on Kane, on everything—loosened.